Now lemme tell ya ’bout Isaiah 6:6-7, y’all. Ol’ Isaiah, he was standin’ there, shakin’ in his boots. Then a critter flew down with a red-hot coal, serenaded by some angelic fellas, and touched Isaiah’s lips with it! Hoo-wee! That coal done cleansed him real good, swear. Ain’t that somethin’?
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